“Wait—what?”
Vivian points at the consignment corner behind me. “Your blouson dress. It sold this morning.”
I look over my shoulder, and the size 14 blue floral dress I hung up yesterday with a $100 price tag is GONE.
I spin back around. “No way!” I shriek.
“Better believe it. The woman who bought it came out of the dressing room wearing it with a huge smile on her face. Said no dress had ever fit her so well.” Vivian is somewhere in her sixties, and she’s got the comfort chic aesthetic locked down. Her double layer top and flare leg pants make her look like she’s floating through the store.
She winks at me. “She asked if you had a card.”
My eyes bug. “I-I don’t have a card.”
Vivian grins. “I guess you have some homework to do.”
My heart feels like it could vibrate right out of my chest. I’m so excited, I swear I could fly!
And the very first thing I want to do is tell Beck.
That heart of mine that’s grown wings? Boom. Felled by an arrow.
I was going to call Beck on Saturday. I really was.
I decided to text him first.
Probably because I am a coward.
Me: WOULD IT BE OKAY IF I CALLED YOU?
Apparently not. He left my message on read.
Admittedly, I’d left him on read for almost three weeks by then, and that was a mistake. I’ve texted him every night since then, but in the most chicken shit way possible.
I text him after 11 p.m. Pacific time.
That means I know he’s long since gone to bed and he can’t actively reject me in real time.
So far, he hasn’t responded.
But every morning, I see that he’s at least read my messages.
Margaret was right. I shouldn’t have waited so long to get in touch with him.
It might be too late now.
Is it too late?
Wouldn’t he just block me if?—
“Hattie? You okay? This is great news.” Vivian frowns with concern. “You look disappointed.”
I shake my head, wishing I could shake this heartache.
“N-no. I’m excited. I-I can’t believe the dress sold. Especially so fast.” I force a smile. Because it is great news.
I’ve never sold anything. Out of all of the things I’ve made, most of them have been for me. I’ve given away some pieces as gifts, but the blouson dress was the first thing I’ve ever done in hopes of making a sale.
And it happened. Overnight.
